Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Malaysia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Cure to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Drexciya,
Negative Approach,
June of 44,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Cecil Taylor,
The Human League,
Pantaleimon,
Cymande,
Rufus Thomas,
Magazine,
the Human League,
Funkadelic,
the Normal,
Severed Heads,
Cal Tjader,
Parry Music,
X-Ray Spex,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Make Up,
Moby Grape,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Essential Logic,
Grauzone,
Fear,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lightning Bolt,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Sonics,
Letta Mbulu,
John Cale,
Barrington Levy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Al Stewart,
DJ Style,
The Cowsills,
Skaos,
DJ Sneak,
Rakim,
JFA,
Barbara Tucker,
Simply Red,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minnie Riperton,
Thompson Twins,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Görl,
Royal Trux,
Sixth Finger,
Ituana,
Tomorrow,
Eve St. Jones,
Don Cherry,
Trumans Water,
The Invisible,
L. Decosne,
Gerry Rafferty,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.